Reaching Mikaela
by MagicalMaria
Summary: Mikaela and Sam have been together for two years, and her father is finally back in her life. She should've felt happy- should've felt loved, but she can't even have that. When her world starts crumbling around her, she decides picking up the pieces is better done with company, and it just so happens, Bumblebee is never far behind. (Mikaela centric) Bumblebee/Mikaela. lots of oc's
1. Chapter 1

A/N:

So as stated in the description, this story is going to center heavily on Mikaela Banes and her eventual relationship with Bumblebee, so turn back now if that isn't your thing lol. I recently watched the Transformers movie again after many years and was completely caught off guard by how much I liked her character when compared to Sam. I thought she was way more interesting and I couldn't stop the gears from turning in my head as I wondered what the movie would've been like if she'd been the lead instead. Sorry if characters feel ooc here, but I'm gonna do my best with what little of Mikaela we got on screen while also putting my own spin on things as I see fit. And no offense to Megan Fox, but I kind of prefer the way Mikaela looks like in the comics that tie-in to the movieverse more, so please refer to the cover image of Mikaela instead lol. I'm also gonna take a lot of liberties with Mikaela's background and ancestry since there's barely any information regarding her family, so don't be surprised if Megan doesn't fit the bill, it's what the cover image is for. I really enjoyed writing this first chapter, and I really hope you guys like the way I interpret her character going forward. :3

Btw, Happy Thanksgiving to those of you in the U.S.! I should totally sleep now.

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Mikaela bit her bottom lip so as to keep herself from voicing her disgust aloud. Her father's jacket was on the floor in front of the main entrance of their trailer home, left in a messy heap alongside a pair of black stilettos she didn't recognize. Bracing an arm against the wall to help maneuver herself around, Mikaela nearly slips on something that crunches under her foot and curses. She kicks the object away and reaches for the light switch, discovering it had been a purple studded purse. Leading to her father's bedroom door were his scuffed boots, a different cell phone from the one she'd bought him months ago, and a tiny piece of fabric that Mikaela could only guess was a woman's thong.

She was internally screaming _Ew_ before she could take another step.

And then the noises rose from the bedroom.

 _Oh, hell no._

Mikaela rushes out the door and barely manages to lock it behind her.

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If she'd known ahead of time about her father's 'guest', she'd have asked to spend the night at Lindsey's after going clubbing with her earlier that night. Lindsey had been set on going all out with her girlfriends one last time before starting her new life at NYU, and despite knowing it wasn't typically her scene, she'd been able to convince Mikaela somehow into going with her. The night had gone as expected; The girls in their group wouldn't let Mikaela out of their sight, unanimously insisting they all travel as one large, living organism on the packed dance floor. And Lindsey had made some stupid rule earlier that night about keeping phones out of sight (with the exception of selfie-taking), claiming they'd only distract them from focusing on the real star of the party. God, she was a riot.

The "Going away party" wasn't supposed to go past midnight, though, and Mikaela had found herself panicking over having broken her word to her dad. Checking her phone now as she walked in the opposite direction of home, she could see that the message she'd sent him from the taxi was still marked as unread.

Mikaela shook her head. Getting mad at him for that wasn't the issue here. And, okay, she'd broken her word about being back before midnight. That was on her. It was the fact that he'd brought someone over and forgotten his daughter was going to be back at all, that pissed her off. Again.

Before heading out of the house himself, Dad had simply shrugged and told her he'd be at the bar catching up with his own friends later that evening. Mikaela couldn't understand why when he seemed to be doing more than enough of that since getting out of jail. First, it was drinking with friends, then taking trips to San Diego and gods knew where else. Now, it was bringing women home.

Mikaela drew a deep breath and continued down the sidewalk. Even as the blisters on the backs of her feet sang painful melodies up her legs, she refused to go back. The thought of sleeping next to such a thin wall made Mikaela want to vomit. It was going to be 2 a.m. and Mikaela wasn't sure what she was going to do. Lindsey had retreated to her boyfriend's, and Mikaela wasn't close to any of the other girls that had been invited to ask for favors.

She hugged her purse to her side as a man on a bicycle took his time going past her on the sidewalk. It was stupid since the road was currently empty, and the sidewalk was small and crumbling in comparison. When he blew her a kiss, Mikaela rolled her eyes and looked over her shoulder after a few seconds to make sure he was gone. The street lamps in the area gave minimum effort to guide her through the darkness, and the distinct pops of gunshots in the distance didn't do much to ease her mind either. Sighing softly, Mikaela walked for fifteen more minutes until she arrived at an intersection she recognized. She stopped beside the tagged wall of a building she knew was a tattoo shop and took a moment to go over her options. The restaurants across the street looked like they'd been closed for hours, but there was a 24-hour liquor store on her right and a brightly lit laundromat directly in front of that. She considered the liquor store for a moment as she peers in its direction, but accidentally ends up making direct eye contact with a man smoking a cigarette in the parking lot.

The headlights of a passing car illuminate Mikaela from head to toe and she notices the same man turn to the opened window of a car parked next to him, and exchanges word with whoever sat inside. Without missing a beat, she turns in the direction of the laundromat and tries to pick up her pace, causing her steps to call for more unwanted attention as she made it across the street. She hadn't noticed from the angle she'd been at before, but there were more people hanging around the entrance of a small bar next to the liquor store.

Mikaela let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Crossing the street had been the right call, she thought, but stopping by the laundromat probably wasn't. It was too bright inside, and the large glass windows that replaced the walls didn't do much for coverage. Catching a glimpse of a neon sign announcing free wi-fi and HBO several blocks away, Mikaela squared her shoulders and walked past the laundromat. If it was a motel, she'd scrounge up whatever money she had left in her purse and try to get herself a room. If that didn't work out, then she may just end up walking all night.

Mikaela fought back the urge to tug at the dress that hugged her hips as someone hooted and whistled from the bar's entrance. She doesn't bother responding.

 _If dad hadn't ignored my messages..._

But he had. He didn't even have the decency to wait until they'd reached the bedroom to start stripping. That woman's underwear was probably still laying on the floor of their home and would be all night.

She frowned as someone from the bar continued to cat-call her even as she made it to the opposite end of the street. If she hadn't panicked back there, maybe she could've had more time to think. To plan. Not run out of her home like some scared little brat.

Mikaela should've gone to her room and grabbed herself a jacket, or better yet, shoes with heels that weren't four inches tall. She should've brought more money to spend on a taxi. She should've gotten the keys to her workplace that she'd left hanging from a hook in the kitchen, and gone there instead. She knew Bonecrusher would've loved the company, and as long as she left well before Joaquin arrived to open shop... Well, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. And now that she thought about it, there was also the existence of the motorcycle she left parked behind the house.

God, she was an idiot. This wasn't like her at all.

And if Sam were here, he'd probably say the same thing.

 _What? No. We are_ _ **not**_ _thinking about, Sam. We're not doing this, Mikaela._

 _"Hell no,"_ she murmured under her breath.

"You say something?"

Mikaela tensed and glanced up to find two women leaning against the front door of a vape shop holding cigarettes. Both wore matching waitressing uniforms and one of them had their shoes set on the ground beside them.

" _Cute,_ outfit," one of the women jeered.

 _Here to blow more than a little steam, I see._

Mikaela kept a steady pace and ignored them even as they asked her where she was going. The sidewalk must've been uneven on the spot she stepped next because her right heel wobbled unsteadily beneath her, causing the back of her footwear to jab painfully at her blister. Mikaela's upper body flew forward from the sudden momentum and she had to quick-step to keep herself from falling.

She was unable to contain the loud, _"Fuck,"_ that sputtered from her lips.

Laughter exploded from the women behind her. Mikaela felt tears sting her eyes from the freshly torn blisters on the backs of her ankles. She wanted to flip them off. She wanted to do something with the embarrassment she felt, with the anger that had formed like a hard, coiled knot in the pit of her stomach.

Mikaela inhaled the cool air fast enough between her teeth for it to sound like a hiss.

 _Fuck this._

She bristled at the sensation of being watched by more individuals up ahead.

 _I'm over it. I'm so fucking over it._

Mikaela refused to move aside for a handful of similarly dressed people and forced them to go around her. She scoffed at the exaggerated exchange between the two women and their coworkers. _Look all you want you bastards. I don't give a shit._ If her feet weren't screaming with every step, she would've stomped even louder.

God, it hurt.

It _seriously_ hurt.

Mikaela stopped further down the side of the road and repeatedly blinked up at the sky as her vision blurred from incoming tears. The act was one she'd perfected over the years to stop herself from crying and ultimately ruin her makeup. She was practically a master at this point. "Stupid. Why are you worrying about your makeup now?" The absurdity of it all caused her to smile. She shook her head, laughing to herself even as a tear leaked from her eye and loose hair fell around her face. She must've looked like a maniac. "God, who cares?" Mikaela dragged a hand across her cheek and bent down to remove one of her high heels, hopping for a bit on one leg before removing the second.

"Hey pretty lady," sang a male's voice, _"Wanna go my way?"_

Mikaela's breath caught, and when she turned to face the owner of the electronic voice she nearly fell over in her haste to see him. _"Bumblebee?"_

"Hi, _Mikaela_ ," the Autobot greeted gleefully, his voice clipping through static as he stressed her name. It must've been a trick of the light, Mikaela thought, because the yellow camaro seemed to be absorbing whatever light was coming from the street lamps around them and was absolutely glowing.

She ran her fingers absently through her hair and stood barefoot in front of him, high heels in one hand, in the middle of the sidewalk. She stared for a long moment, and felt embarrassed by her brief shock when his engine purred, urging her to come closer. Mikaela smiled. He was really here. Bumblebee, the autobot who'd fought tooth and nail to protect her and Sam, who'd put his life in her hands and helped fight the Decepticons those two years ago. Her friend.

"Cat got your tongue?" Bumblebee asked.

Mikaela felt the uncharacteristic urge to run up to him, spread her arms wide and hug the yellow camaro silly. The urge was so overpowering that Mikaela had to force herself to cross her arms and settle for leaning against the opened passenger window instead.

"No. I just didn't expect to see a friendly face. There hasn't been a lot of those around tonight, and seeing you... like this, I just-"

Mikaela jolted at the sensation of someone swatting her butt and gripped one of her high heels in her hand as she turned to attack.

Bumblebee's rear door flew open so fast, Mikaela nearly missed the sweet sight of it nailing the jerk square between the legs. Lyrics to "Mama said knock you out" blasted from the camaro's speakers appropriately when said jerk landed in a heap on the ground, falling unconscious from the looks of it. Mikaela snorted as Bumblebee shook on his wheels and patted his roof affectionately, all hesitation gone. "Like I said, I'm really happy to see you, Bee."

The passenger door opened for her to hop inside, and Mikaela enthusiastically obliged.


	2. Chapter 2

A/N:

Back again! Thank you to those of you who reviewed and decided to fave and follow! I really appreciate it!^^

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Months after the battle in Mission City, Bumblebee received orders to rejoin the Autobots and disappeared somewhere with the group of soldiers that had been led by Captain Lennox. The order was to relocate to an undisclosed military base ASAP, so there hadn't been much time to plan a bon voyage party. Unlike Mikaela, though, Sam had had the chance to say goodbye. Singlehandedly defeating Megatron with the AllSpark may have played a part in that, Mikaela concluded. It wasn't like she'd been present the moment she and Sam had first witnessed Bumblebee transform into a 16 foot robot, or had come up with a plan to help get the 'bot back into the fray of battle after losing both his legs. Keeping her out of the loop like that had undeniably hurt, and for weeks, Mikaela felt betrayed by her boyfriend for not calling her up the moment he knew Bee had to leave. If anything, he should've fought harder for her sake. Bumblebee was _her_ friend as much as he was Sam's, but what it always seemed to come down to in the end was the fact that Bumblebee had said it himself that he wanted to stay with him. That alone seemed to eliminate Mikaela from the equation.

Months flew by; Sam said that Bumblebee would be back in no time, and Mikaela took his word for it. Her father was released from jail, and she and Sam graduated from High School soon after. Summer was nearing its end and it was going to be half a year since they'd last seen Bumblebee.

The first time she'd met the alien robot- _really_ met him, had been after they'd been chased by Barricade all around the city. The whole ordeal had been absolutely jaw-dropping, and Mikaela could barely believe she was still alive to tell the tale. Now, though, his existence was one she welcomed as easily as breathing air. Even now, as she sat in the passenger's seat with a grin so wide it hurt her face- she couldn't help but find it difficult to work up the anger she'd felt all those months ago from his departure. The intensity of the strike he'd given that bastard a second ago made Mikaela internally revel, and all hard feelings were instantly set aside.

The yellow camaro made an even bigger show of his heroism by making a U-turn and burning rubber as he sped the hell out of there. Mikaela rolled her eyes. "You and your grand exits. I'm surprised you haven't popped a tire after all this time with the way you drive."

Her seat jerks forward as he grumbles something unintelligible, and begins to slow his speed. Mikaela laughs at that and feels floaty for some reason- probably high from adrenaline, lack of sleep, or the realization that he'd taken her words to heart.

"How long have you been back?" She asks.

"Not long."

Mikaela tilts her head and aims his radio a dubious look. "And you're back for sure this time? Like really sure? Don't tell me you're just visiting."

"No, no, no," he sang. "I'm here to stay. So don't say bye just yet."

 _Not like I had the chance to the last time you were here,_ Mikaela thought, and paused for a moment to let the feelings of bitterness pass. Now that that particular door had opened it was proving more difficult than she'd expected. "Can I ask how things have been or are men in black suits going to show up at my door?"

"Training with the humans is cool," Bumblebee explained brightly. "I'm one of their best shots."

"Good to hear you haven't lost your edge. You know, for a while there, Sam and I suspected you were being held hostage."

 _"Hostage?"_

After the way they'd seen Sector 7 treat Bumblebee, Sam and Mikaela had remained suspicious of the government and their sudden team-up with the Autobots. If they'd been hiding the Allspark and Megatron all that time, they couldn't be completely trusted. However, Lennox had proved to be a man of his word, and Mikaela immediately felt stupid for bringing it up at all. "Well you haven't kept in touch as much as we'd hoped. But I'm sure the military's been going crazy with all the _'mysterious gas leaks'_ that the news has been reporting the past few months, so you and the Autobots have probably had your hands full. It isn't like we thought you ditched us or anything... It just wasn't the same after you left."

There was a brief moment of silence before a deep voice replied, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she insists. "Like I said, we knew you were busy." She shifts uncomfortably at the slight edge in her tone and looks down at her lap, noticing for the first time the high heels she had there. Without thinking, she lets them drop on the floor mat below and feels a searing pain from her ankle as the tip of one of her heels snags on loose skin. _"Shit!"_

"What's wrong?"

The light from Mikaela's phone illuminates the raw flesh that peeks from her open wounds and she cringes. "Blisters," she explains. "Stupid me forgot I had them. They're the reason I was walking down the street with my shoes in one hand. My friend Lindsey had a dress code for tonight's party, but I hadn't really broken them in yet... That's where I was, by the way."

Bumblebee is silent as he processes all the information before asking, "With Sam?"

"It was more of a girl's night out, actually." She runs her fingers through her long hair and faces the window. "And it wasn't like Sam could come anyway. He's on a camping trip with his friend, Miles."

The camaro stops abruptly at a red light, shocking Mikaela as her body rocked against her seat.

 _"Are you serious!?"_

 _"I wish I wasn't,"_ Mikaela fumes, and crosses her arms. "He didn't say a word about it until I got to his house and saw them packing their tents in Miles' jeep." Granted, the news had come from Miles' mouth rather than Sam's (since he was set on giving her the silent treatment the whole time). The decision had been done in the spur of the moment after another one of Sam and Mikaela's arguments, and the only reason she'd been at his house to begin was because she was done playing games and wanted to make up. But Sam Witwicky was so slippery, he could give Houdini a run for his money. Ever since her father had been released from jail, things had been especially tense between the two of them. Mikaela wanted to introduce him to her father and confirm the commitment they had to each other, but Sam would interrupt her with his weak excuses whenever she'd bring it up. There was also Sam's acceptance to Princeton and his constant begging for her to go with him. Sam wanted her to rent an apartment near campus, and treat her as some sort of booty call whenever he wasn't attending class. Mikaela explained that she'd been planning to stay with her father and help him get back on his feet, _long_ before she and Sam had ever met. Sam persisted, Mikaela held her ground, and their relationship was now suffering because of it. She couldn't even remember the last time they'd been on a date that didn't involve arguing or awkward silence.

 _Really, Mikaela? We're going to do this now?_ she chided herself.

Bumblebee's lack of a response was from obvious disappointment, and despite her qualms with her boyfriend, Mikaela knew that easing the sweet 'bot's anxieties first was priority number one.

"If it makes you feel any better, he sent me a text yesterday saying he was already fed up with the whole thing." _And to apologize_ , she thought irritably but kept that bit of info to herself. "Something about poison ivy, and mosquitoes eating him alive. Oh, and bear poop." Bumblebee plays a brief clip of a laugh track that causes the corner of Mikaela's lips to upturn. _There he is._ "They'll probably be back by tomorrow, so you can surprise him by then. That was where you were heading before bumping into me, right? Sam's place."

There's a noise of agreement, and then silence. When Bumblebee doesn't say anything else, she slips her hands beneath her bare thighs and looks out the window. Darkness spread like a blanket in all directions- light barely visible despite the numerous pockets of neighborhoods that they drove past. Strange, Mikaela thought, considering how bright her surroundings had seemed while she'd spoken with Bee. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her? It would've made sense considering how late it was.

A sudden shift in direction makes her bump shoulders with the door as he turns down an unfamiliar road. Before she can ask, Bumblebee pulls up the parking lot of a 7-Eleven and parks as close as he can to the main entrance before cutting the engine. "Pharmacies are closed, but we gotta work with what we got."

Mikaela blinks. "You brought me here to get bandages?"

"Is that bad?"

"No. I didn't say that."

"You like to act tough," he starts, "and you are, _Mikaela_. But even you gotta get patched up every once in a while. You'd have to be blind to miss the pain you're feeling."

To the casual listener, the several different sound clips he'd used to respond might've sounded emotionless and alien, but to Mikaela, deep sincerity dripped from every word.

"I think I can afford a couple band-aids," Mikaela says, voice watery. She clears her throat as she unbuckles her seat belt and decides to ditch the high heels. "You aren't gonna disappear?"

Bumblebee whirs in amusement and opens the door for her. "Wouldn't even dream of it, sweetheart."

Mikaela smiles and rubs the dashboard before stepping outside. "I'll be right back."

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As a result of the dancing at the club and the miles she'd trudged in high heels, Mikaela was absolutely famished. To her delight, she'd found more than enough cash in her wallet to buy herself not only band-aids but whatever else was in the cereal section that she could get her hands on. Back in the camaro that awaited her, Mikaela pursed her lips at Bumblebee's exaggerated whistle in response to her purchases.

"I'm starving, okay? The club I went to wasn't exactly serving finger sandwiches. Nothing that wasn't liquid, anyway."

"Poppin' bottles were we?"

Mikaela gave a half laugh as she unwrapped the band-aids and carefully applied them over her popped blisters. She makes an effort to smile despite the pained look in her eyes. "Hardly. I would've stayed longer, but you know me. Places to go, people to see."

"Where were you going anyway?" Bumblebee asks curiously. "If not to Sam's then where?"

"I was gonna rendezvous with this guy who sells me wicked cheap car batteries at some motel. Said if I met him there alone and in something skimpy he'd give me a discount on my next oil change." Bumblebee sputters random words and whirs in complete shock as Mikaela bursts out laughing. "I'm messing with you, Bee! Why would I need a discount when I work at an auto shop myself?"

Bumblebee snaps on Mikaela's seat belt and practically grumbles in exasperation. "Stop messing with me, girl."

"But you make it so easy," she teased. Mikaela sat in comfortable barefoot bliss as she opened one of the cereals-on-the-go that she'd bought, and began to shovel dry Apple Jacks into her mouth with the accompanying spoon. It wasn't until she'd finished the bowl and moved onto a granola bar that she realized they'd been moving. "Where we going, Bee?"

"Home?" he says, though it sounds more like a question.

"What?" Mikaela fumbles with the granola bar in her hands and can practically feel his eyes on her. "Ugh, I mean. That probably isn't a good idea right now."

The confusion alone was smothering. "What's wrong?"

Maybe this was a mistake.

"Just drop me off at a motel or something. Anywhere but there, okay? Please, Bee?"

"Are you in trouble?"

"Trouble? Um, no-" The engine cut her off as he began to drive faster, and Mikaela panicked. "My dad invited some whore to our house, and I really, _**really**_ don't want to be there right now, okay?"

Bumblebee slams on the brakes so hard that the snacks from Mikaela's bag were sent flying across the floor. He switched on his emergency lights in the middle of the road, and Mikaela stared beyond the window, frowning at someone that wasn't there. She was usually hesitant about opening up, about talking about her home life or anything remotely close to topics about her dad. There were times when she'd feel like talking about it with Sam but would usually end up forcing herself to bite her tongue. They'd been able to talk about anything before, but these days it felt like a distance was increasing, and she no longer knew how to start the conversation. Right then she felt like maybe, in the presence of a friend she'd been unable to see for months, whom she'd missed for so long, everything would be alright. She wanted to believe that. "I really was going to stay at a motel tonight. Not to meet anybody, I just needed a place to sleep. Last time I was able to stay at Lindsey's, and the times before that, Sam's. Lindsey's the only one who knew why- I was too embarrassed to tell Sam." Mikaela stopped herself there, torn between coming clean about their struggling relationship to Bee, and what it would mean if she said those words aloud. She sighed, "Just forget everything I said."

Bumblebee didn't speak. Instead of answering, he jumped back into gear and started to drive again. The silence grows until it becomes uncomfortable, and Mikaela tries to think of something, anything, to say to Bumblebee. When he makes a sharp turn and begins to head in a different direction from home, Mikaela opens her mouth to speak. Bumblebee's radio begins to play random songs, and she felt like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over her head, realizing that he didn't want her to.

 _He's mad,_ Mikaela thought, as she reaches blindly around her feet to pick up the food that had spilled from her bag. When she's sure she's gathered everything up she takes a long sip from her water bottle before tossing it in and tying it shut. Bumblebee drives for a long time and Mikaela can hardly stay awake. She glances at her phone to check the time, unsurprised by both the lack of messages or that it was now three in the morning, and leans heavily against her seat as she closes her eyes. She opens them once and sees they're on the expressway, and a few minutes later, getting off the exit ramp.

Mikaela isn't sure but she thinks the music is still playing and can hardly make out the words. When the music becomes louder, she stirs awake, recognizing it wasn't the radio this time but Bumblebee calling her name. "Bumblebee?"

A full moon stares back at her through the windshield and Mikaela's eyes widen. Stars peppered the dark sky like diamonds against a blackboard, brighter than she'd ever seen from any other vantage point in the city. It was a glamorous sight that surrounded her and Mikaela leaned forward, smile sliding back into place. They were a fair distance out of town, parked on the edge of a small cliff in the mountains facing a cement railing. All other parking spots currently empty.

"Is this as good a place as any?" Bumblebee prompted.

Her heartbeat fluttered unintentionally and her voice came out louder than she'd intended. _"Wait, what?"_

"Sleep. You said you needed a place to stay."

Mikaela felt a wave of embarrassment roll over her for the misunderstanding and began to laugh. "So that's what you meant."

"Mikaela?"

"Ah, no, I'm okay. But are you sure? I thought you were mad."

He let out a series of whirls in objection. " _Hell no._ Your pop's the one I'm mad at for putting you through all this. It's straight up jacked."

Mikaela felt relieved, irrationally so. "And the silent treatment?"

"Just needed some time to think, to find a quiet place. Also, needed some time to calm down," he admitted sheepishly.

As she listened to him, her throat suddenly felt dry. _He needed to calm down? Why? Because of her dad?_ Mikaela shook her head, pleasantly surprised that he'd felt angry for her sake. _Silly 'bot._

Without a second thought, Mikaela rose and belly-flopped into the back seats. They felt warm pressed up against her body, and Mikaela groaned as her muscles went lax beneath her. It was as if the past few months of worries and stress were finally gone and she could just relax and forget everything. Think about nothing. A slow song played on the radio to soothe her to sleep, and Mikaela smiled as she folded her arms beneath her head. "Careful, Bee. I might not wake up in the morning."

Bumblebee laughed. "It's cool. I've got your back."

Mikaela nods and closes her eyes, instantly feeling her mind begin to fog from the incoming of sleep. "I missed you," she manages to say. She tries to say more but the last remnants of her consciousness fade away, and she dozes off.

Bumblebee falls silent for a moment and then whirs affectionately back, wishing her sweet dreams.


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